Men cry not,
Cry not, men.
Crying would not
Give you anything.
But go on taking actions
And get the fruits
You desire.
Words are not capable
To fill up the belly.
Anger is not there
To give satisfaction
And peace.
But think and act
As per conscience.
Men, be not pride,
But stay humble
To cross all hurdles.
Silently go with planning
And by crossing the border
Smash the enemy, terrorists,
And get everything.
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